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taking me back to a time when I was a child playing in my
father’s barn. I flipped over a bail of hay to find a freshly
rotting opossum. In my mind’s eye, I could still see the maggots
and worms covering the body. I opened my eyes to see the same
sight, but now they were covering the bodies of the living dead.
Once I came back to my senses, I grabbed my bat, pretending to play
golf; I swung at the nearest zombie head I could find. He hit the
ground about three feet away with a thud and a grunt. I didn't have
to do it for my survival; I did it because I could. Those bastards
have put me through hell, so now I plan on sending as many of them
back there as I can.
    I made my way to the roof and found a door
leading into the mall. As I began walking down the stairs, I heard
people talking and arguing. The closer I got, the louder they
became. I turned the corner to see a group of people arguing about
what to do with a young teen they had found wandering around in the
mall. I glance around the room to see Cole sitting in the floor,
curled up like a beaten dog. His eyes were wide and unfocused, but
over all, he unharmed from what I could see.
    I was not going to allow these people to
decide the fate of this kid, so I straightened myself, hid my bat,
and approached the group slowly with my hands in the air.
    I had not made it three feet before they
noticed my approach. After another three feet, I had five guns
shoved in my face. One more step and I received a nice smack to the
back of my head with what must have been the butt of a shotgun.
When I awoke a few hours later, I could feel the nice golf
ball-sized knot forming on the back of my skull. I opened my eyes
to see the same group of people standing around me. This time,
though, no guns were drawn. After a few apologies from a very
British-sounding man, they began asking me questions about "the
outside." What was it like now? Where were the safe places? Was I
there to rescue them? Question after question was thrown my
direction. I had no answers.
    After the barrage of unanswerable questions,
I informed them I came for the boy and would be on my way after I
rested. The group began arguing again. Some wanted to go with me,
and others insisted I stay. Hours went by. Finally, in the end, I
had convinced them to allow me to take the boy, and we (alone)
would leave the mall with anyone who dared go with us.
    Cole slowly stood up and made his way over to
the group. With hollow eyes, he looked directly at me, ignoring
everyone else. "I had to. I mean, I just had to." That was all he
could say. There was nothing else he had to say.
    We head out later tonight. I am taking Cole
and three others. I can only pray I am not leading these sheep to
their slaughter.

Day 15
     
    Fallen ill.
    Everything was set yesterday to leave the
building. We had our new supplies, weapons, and even a hand-drawn
map for each of us in case we got separated from each other. We
were ready. All I had to do was take that first step. I could not
move. My body felt like it had been hit with a dump truck. I felt
feverish and had the sniffles. I knew it was a sinus infection.
They did not. In fact, most of the group swore I had been bitten
and was now infected. The group broke into a full-blown fight over
when to shoot me! I was surrounded by idiots. These people needed
to be eaten alive. If all the guns weren't firmly planted in my
direction, I would have run or even shot them all, but I couldn't.
I was stuck, waiting for them to decide my fate, the fate of a man
with a sinus infection.
    After about half an hour, they came back with
a decision. They would lock me (and now Cole, only because we knew
each other) in a room until we changed, then they would shoot us!
Great! My life is getting better by the second.
    So here I sit, a prisoner wrongly imprisoned
for having a runny nose, Cole imprisoned for just knowing me. I
don't know, maybe it is better this way. After all, I am not much
for taking out zombies in this